Sirens Lament Novels & Stories

Grumbling under his breath Tristan turned and stalked toward a grouping of huts in the far side of the bailey. It was the early hours of the morning. The sun just rising when Miernephen heard the rumbling, echoing voice of one of the Water Princes. “Lust…” The Seringue turned bright orange on her arm, searing and hissing. She squealed behind her clamped lips. Sliding over the floor. Waking Zierno. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He rolled off his bedroll to scurry over to her on all fours. Seeing she was clearly in pain. Her skin flushed and her gold eyes burning to deep red. She bared her teeth. Hissing and writhing in anguish.

Not after ruining and scarring Majesty and I for life. Dearest Maa, I'm so sorry.' FLASHBACK NARRATIVE ~Location: Enchanting Waterfall of Elgarion, Elgarion.~ *Twelve years ago* A slender, curvy woman of about 35 years of age, dressed in a crystal blue attire: which was decorated with the symbol of the crest of a crystal moon, her voluptuous mid-waist length hair was as dark as the night, her eyes were shut tight and her hands clasped beneath her slender jawline in reverence as she knelt at the top of a small rock, facing the crystal flowing waterfall and mumbling some words known to her only and to the supreme force whom she implored.

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

Inability or unwillingness, I'm unsure which. Floating in and out of awareness, I fight like hell to regain my bearings when I hear Piper breaking down. I see her between the slits sobbing into her hands; my brother's arms are wrapped around her to keep her from sinking. Reaching toward her in an effort to comfort her, I start to fall.

"We just stay here. If everything is still according to what I created, the ship will be empty, there will only be the two of us on board. We'll never get to Athens, but the ship will turn to Siren's lair, the Anthemoissa Island. "Then what should we do?" asked Claire. “In legend, we should have covered our ears with wax so as not to hear their singing. But in this game, I created no wax. But, the Siren's chanting will have no impact on women. The crew of the ship will die because they are all men," Leon replied with a shout, trying to beat the sound of the waves crashing. Leon stretched out his hand to take out his digital screen. But the shaking of the ship made it difficult.

His submission aura was from hurt and I understood until he released us, he looked heartbroken looking at Ryker and Lora was in the bathroom where Lily went to comfort her. ***** Drax I was furious about how could he cheat on us without us knowing and Vlad stated, "Remember Ty, something is wrong," and I knew he was right but it still hurt. Aidan walked in and said, "We all need to talk," as Emile pulled up King Squashi on his phone, apparently, he was the King of the Sea. He said that Dark Sirens were killed from his land and others banished because they were too dangerous. They are not like regular sirens and their drive is on power and living long, they infect you with the venom so that t

The siren smirked and stop singing, she look at Catrina who has or realized that she is in the ocean standing no floating in front of the siren. Catrina flap her hands when she felt her breath stuck in her chest, the other entering her mouth. She forgot the teachings she had with saphira as her brain couldn't register anything but the fact that she was drowning. "So you were here to capture me? To do what? Kill me?" The Siren who's voice is like a bubble popping asked Catrina who kept flapping her hands. Tears trickled down her eyes but was wash away by the water.

The grunt gulps as he sees the first of many sirens walking out of the sheer and utter blackness. There are two waves of these monsters, the first is trident users but unlike being on the attack their weapons are holstered behind their backs in a more tribal manner. They have leather straps that attach to their back that hold their weapon in place. Their tentacle hair and most of their faces are covered with a black hood. This six-stand shoulder to shoulder and face the four soldiers upon the horses. In unison, they step onto the clearing, and as soon as their flesh meets the solid ground, the horses buck and yelp. The soldiers on the horses are quick to calm down the beast. The four get off

For the next few hours, the forest swallowed us as we moved with precision, following the trail of scent precisely. Considering all the facts related to the werewolves’ rogues, I planned routes, cut the signals, and sent scouts ahead in the low brush. We were moving along the bank of the river when my nostrils flared, the stench of rot and smoke licking in the air. Under that stench, faint as stubborn as a heartbeat, rode her scent, Liora’s scent alerting my lycan. Warg growled anxiously. “We are close, Cassian. Mate is here!”

“They swore their loyalty to me. Nothing you do or say can change their minds. Tonight my warriors will wipe these dogs off the earth, and anyone who stands in our way will not be exempted. Now is the perfect time to take your little warriors and leave.” “Never!” Dillian shouted. “So be it.” As those words left his mouth, all the Northern sirens opened their mouths at once. A horrible, haunting sound filled the air. It wasn’t singing…it was something darker, deeper, like a command straight to the soul. The vibration crawled under my skin, slithering into my mind like icy fingers. It tugged at the primal part of me, whispering violent urges I barely recognized as my own. “No!” Dillian roared.